trips to secondary realms were always interesting.


"I wonder..."

The salesperson bit down on the inside of his cheeks.

HehatesMondays.

He mustered a smile, dragging it out of some dusty corner and plastering it on. "Yes?"

"What is this anyway?"

He was a rather handsome specimen. Six feet tall, brownish-red hair and full red lips. But, the salesperson observed, he wasn't one of those feminine looking waifs that you come across on the streets occasionally. The man was lean and rangy looking, the salesperson thinks, a man of moderate health and blessed with immense good looks. With that face of his, he can pull any woman, or man to his bed.

"... Pardon me? But you do seem a tad lost in your own world..."

"Ah! No..." The salesperson looked up, keeping the smile on his face. Smile at all times. Your customers would not want to see a horrible frown glaring at them. "I... Uhh. This... Ahh..." He looked helplessly at the television he was supposed to be selling. You'll never amount to anything. You're a timid man. Salesman? I doubt you're able to achieve the act of opening your mouth in the presence of strangers. "This, this is a BRAVIA Modern Classic Series, available in three different sizes... It, it is -" He cannot remember anything else. The handsome man raised an eyebrow. The salesperson feels the ground crumble into dust beneath him.

"I must admit... This Secondary Realm does produce some interesting stuff from time to time..."

"Secondary Realm?" He looks up, jolted from his daze by the odd phrase. Especially the sentence that followed it.

"Think nothing of it." The handsome man instructed. And of course, he would have to comply, wouldn't he? The salesperson feels the phrase being brushed aside by a hand, felt someone pulling him away from that direction of thought, and he returned the handsome man's lazy smile. He clasped his hands together, fingers twisting and turning upon themselves, a nervous habit he had brought to adulthood.

"If, if you wish so, I can show you around..."

He was a good looking man. Lean and rangy with browny-red hair and long lashes shading half-closed eyes.

"Next time then, perhaps. Monday. I will be sure to drop by this place, once more."

"I, I look forward..."

He was rewarded with a lopsided smile and the salesperson thinks that wings had erupted from his back and brought him to heaven.

"Next time then."

"Yes, next time. Have a good day, sir."

Maybe Mondays weren't so bad, after all.

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